Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.